While nothing could really compare with the Art Institute in Chicago, Joe knew his Aunt Rosa would enjoy Houston's art museum. Maria was as much a lover of art as Rosa. She'd even majored in Art in college hoping to someday teach. Carlo seemed, for the most part, indifferent, but willing to spend the morning doing something his wife so obviously enjoyed.

Carlo seemed to feel it was a small concession since they would be spending the afternoon doing something he enjoyed, racing stock cars. When Maria had told Joe Carlo was very interested in racing, he'd asked Levon if there was anything like that around Houston. Levon had looked at him in disbelief and then burst out laughing.

"You been here how long?" Levon asked once he regained some control.

Not understanding the joke, Joe had scowled at his partner. "Four years."

"Uh-hunh." Levon shook his head, still chuckling. "Yer sure you're a dectective?"

"Look if you don't want to help just..."

Levon held up a hand, stopping Joe in mid-rant, cutting him off before he really even had a chance to get started. "Racin' is huge 'round here, Joe." He then proceeded to make a list of the different racetracks in the area. Joe was astounded, and chagrined, to find that the list filled a full page. He could now understand Levon's reaction to his question.

Levon had told Joe that a friend of his managed a track that allowed amateurs the opportunity to try out stock cars. Joe had suggested it to Maria when they discussed options of things to do while in Houston. Carlo had been thrilled with the idea.

Joe was just glad they could spend the morning enjoying something relatively relaxing. By coming early on a weekday, they had the museum to themselves for the most part. The main exhibit this week was a showcase of local artists. Not surprisingly, much of the artwork had a decidedly Southwestern feel, but there were enough other styles represented to maintain everyone's interest.

Joe glanced as his watch, smiling ruefully. They had arrived shortly after the doors opened, and had gradually worked their way through nearly every room. Joe pulled his aunt into a half hug. "You ready to get some lunch?"

Rosa smiled up at him. "Yes, Joseph, I think lunch would be wonderful."

"What about you, Sprite?" Joe glanced over to where Maria and Carlo were intently studying a three-foot tall marble sculpture of a naked man and woman embracing. The body position was highly erotic but also discrete, at once revealing and still very, tasteful, subtle even. It was reminiscent of ancient Greek and Roman sculptures. The sculpture was so very life like that Joe wouldn't have been surprised to see the statues start to breathe. He was fairly certain though that it was not the level of detail or the exactness of the artist's skill that had held the couple's attention. [Hell, that statue gives ME ideas.]

Joe grinned wickedly, and made his way or to them. He bent down and whispered in Maria's ear. "You even think about doing something like that, and I'll tell Aunt Teresa."

Maria visibly jumped, and spun around, blushing furiously. "Joey!" She slapped his arm. "I'm a married woman now. I can think anything I want."

Joe just raised an eyebrow at her, and laughed. "Then why do you look so guilty?"

She glared at him. "Oh, shut up."

Carlo for his part cocked his head, still looking at the statue. He glanced at Joe slyly, and winked. "You think this one might be for sale? I have never really appreciated art before, but this... this I like."

Joe shrugged one shoulder. "Might be. This exhibit is basically to generate more interest in some of the local talent. I don't know if that one is for sale, but you can ask if they have a replica on hand. Or get the artist's number and see about purchasing something similar."

Maria and Carlo shared a look. Joe could tell Maria would love to have the sculpture, and apparently so would Carlo. "Excellent suggestion. And where would I go to find out if it is for sale?"

Joe smiled softly, pleased that he would consider buying it just for his little sister. "You can always ask at the front desk. Someone there should be able to help." Joe gestured toward the main doors. "It's almost lunch time. Aunt Rosa and I will wait for you in the foyer if you want to check before we leave."

Carlo nodded, and offered his arm to his wife. She smiled, casting a smug glance at her brother. When they started to walk away she looked back at Joe and stuck her tongue out at him. Joe just laughed and made his way back to Rosa. He let her know they'd be meeting up with Maria and Carlo in the lobby.

Joe smiled fondly as his Aunt Rosa again paused to study the painting on display in the front lobby. The painting had a vaguely asymmetrical feel. The main focus was two women standing close together, dominating the right foreground. Both women looked to be Native Americans. They were wearing beaded buckskin dresses, and their long, blue-black hair cascaded in loose waves down their backs. One woman stood behind the other, drawing her into a loose hug and looking over her shoulder. The woman in front was gesturing toward the open left side of the canvas, drawing attention to the abstract forms that were represented with a creative use of light and shadow. They seemed to be discussing something that only they could see, something the artist chose to hint at, but not clearly represent for the audience. There was a suggestion of intimacy between the two women, something more than just friends or sisters. Rosa nodded her head once as she studied the painting.

Curious as to what she had decided, Joe asked, "What do you think?"

Rosa raised an eyebrow. "I think I like it. The use of color is outstanding. The artist has an obvious talent when it comes to the use of light and shadow. Nice attention to detail. And the subject matter..." Rosa made a movement with her shoulder that was far too elegant and precise to be considered a shrug. "Well, it is obvious the two women are meant to be lovers." With a firm nod, Rosa stated, "I would hang this in my house."

Joe was speechless. Aunt Rosa's stamp of approval was always whether or not she would consider gracing her home with a piece of artwork. [She got everything the artist was trying to say. And she still likes it. She's not insulted or offended.]

Joe cleared his throat. He wanted to be sure. "You think that they are...." Joe stopped not entirely sure if he should complete the sentence.

Rosa gave him a mischievous smile, one that would have been right at home on someone half her age. "Yes, Joseph. They are, I believe the term is, lesbians."

Joe just shook his head. "Have I told you just how amazing you are?"

Rosa clucked her tongue at him. The look she gave him was a slight reprimand. "I am old. Not dead. I pay attention to what goes on in the world. I have been fascinated by art for years before you were even born, and have studied it for many years since. Did you think I would not be aware of just how eccentric many artists are? How many different life styles and choices exist? The theater alone runs the gamut."

"My apologies." Joe bowed to her slightly feeling suitably chastised. "I never should have thought otherwise."

She kissed his cheek. "It's okay. I forgive you. Sometimes you forget I am more than just your Aunt Rosa."

"You are not offended by it?" Joe gestured toward the painting. [I need to be absolutely sure about this.]

She smiled warmly at him. "Do you think I should be?"

"No. Of course not."

"Are you offended?"

"Absolutely not." Joe shook his head, adding emphasis. Deciding to use this opportunity to its fullest Joe expressed more of how he felt. "Life is too short and love too rare not to make the most of it, no matter where you find it."

Rosa's eyes sparkled, and she looked very proud of him. "Love is precious. It should be encouraged no matter what form it takes. You are a good man, Joseph. Your mother and father would be proud of you for being wise enough to know this truth."

He could feel himself blushing at her compliment. Before he could say anything else, they were joined by Maria and Carlo. Maria was grinning from ear to ear.

"Let me guess." Joe held up a hand, forestalling what she was about to say. "He bought it?"

"Yes." Maria smiled gleefully. "They are going to ship it to us. It will be waiting for us when we get home."

Joe nodded to Carlo. "That was nice."

Carlo dipped his head shyly. "To make her happy...ah, it is my only goal in life."

Joe nodded again. [Damn well better be.] The jury was still out as to whether or not he liked this man. Joe sighed soundlessly. After their parents were killed, he and his older sister, Christina, had always tried to watch out for the baby of the family. Trying to keep her safe, shelter her from some of life's harsher realities. Marrying someone in the "family business" wasn't what either of them would have chosen for her. Joe felt that she was far too naïve to appreciate some of the more brutal facts of life that came with being part of the mob.

[Uncle Mikey seems like a nice guy, a good family man with a generous nature, but I know he's ordered hits, has run fourteen year old prostitutes in his "stables", and broken more than a few knees. Carlo will be doing the same. Wonder if Maria knows that?]

Christina had voiced her objections, but Maria had simply brushed them off. She figured that Christina couldn't possibly know much of anything since she was a nun. Joe knew better. Christina was a very intelligent woman, having taught high school in inner city Chicago for the past ten years, she was nobody's fool.

Christina had entered a convent when she was twenty-two. Joe had always respected his older sister's decision to devote herself to God. She did so out of a devout faith, and as a way of atoning for the sins of her family. He didn't necessarily agree with her choice, but he respected her right to act as she saw fit. And he felt he had to do the same for Maria. He shook his head wryly. [She has to be able to make her own mistakes. Only way any of us ever learn anything.]

Joe walked with Carlo, the two of them heading for the door. Rosa and Maria were ahead of them, talking about where to put the newly acquired artwork. A young man held the door open for the two women. He smiled politely as they walked past.

Out of habit Joe immediately noticed details about him. Long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, brown eyes, earrings in both ears, tattoo on the right arm, black t-shirt, and some kind of animal print pants. Joe didn't think much about him until he heard Carlo say something vulgar in Italian. It was a common derogatory slur usually interpreted as faggot.

Joe stopped and looked hard at his brother-in-law. "Excuse me?"

Carlo shot a disgusted look over his shoulder as the young man entered the building. He also stopped, letting Maria and Rosa get a few more feet in front of them. Some of the wealthy gentlemen veneer slipped when he spoke again revealing the Chicago crime boss wanna be that lurked underneath.

"I woulda thought in a cowboy town like this that 'nancy boys' like that wouldn't be tolerated. Fuckin' queers. I worry about Maria, you know?"

Joe frowned. "Oh?"

"Well, they all seem to hang out at the Institute, and you know how much she enjoys going there. I worry that one of those perverts might attempt to convert her to their sick ways." Carlo shuddered.

"Maria has always known her own mind." Joe clenched his teeth against the other things he considered saying. He had promised himself that for Maria's sake he would remain civil.

Carlo shrugged one shoulder, and smiled. "Indeed. A very strong willed woman. It's one of the things I love about her. Still," Carlo shook his head slightly, "this whole gay pride thing is disturbing. It is not right. Was it up ta me I'd waste every one of 'em. Neat and clean. No fuss, no muss. Send 'em all straight to hell to burn, where the Church says they belong."

"You really don't want to be making statements like that in front of a cop." Joe was amazed that his voice came out sounding so normal. It gave no hint of the anger he was feeling, sounding more like a simple chastisement.

Carlo just laughed. "Not to worry. I have no intention of committing murder here. I'm on vacation." With that he moved off to join Rosa and Maria.

Joe took a deep breath. The thought of that man even thinking lifting a finger to hurt Levon made his blood boil. [Burn in Hell... You little bastard, I'll show you burn in hell! Bet you think you're going to heaven, don't you? Stupid prick. You think God will just overlook murder? Think he will over look lying, cheating, and stealing too?] Joe clenched his hands into fists, and held on to his anger with everything he had. He would not hurt his brother-in-law no matter how badly he wanted to. The conversation he'd just had with Aunt Rosa and this one were so opposite ends of the spectrum as to seem almost surreal.

Joe shook himself, trying to let go of his anger. He wanted honesty, and that is exactly what he'd gotten. He really shouldn't have been surprised. He knew for a fact that many of the men in his Uncle Mikey's inner circle were rabidly homophobic. It was part and parcel to the whole macho tough guy image. That was one of the reasons he wasn't sure telling his family would be a good idea.

Joe shook his head, as he moved to join his family at the Jimmy. [Not that they object to secret vices. As long as no one knows or as long as you keep it quiet, then it's okay. I've heard Mikey's bodyguard, Harry, tell some truly offensive, degrading jokes about gay men, yet I know for a fact the man likes to wear women's underwear. And Uncle Vinnie loves his wife, but he keeps a mistress on the side. One who ties him up and spanks him.]

Joe sighed. He knew all to well that image and appearances mattered. Sometimes he wondered if his family was ever really aware of just how much of their lives were an illusion. They looked like the average American family, engaged in legitimate business, and they were anything but.

[Hell, I might never have realized it if I hadn't decided to break out of the mold. Or ended up living so far away for that matter. It is all smoke and mirrors, baby. Smoke and mirrors.]

Joe found himself wondering if he should cancel dinner at Andre's. He had made the reservations for later in the week, thinking that if it went well, there would still be time to talk to his family. And if it went badly, well, then he wouldn't have to deal with the aftermath for very long. He already knew Rosa would be accepting, and that Carlo wouldn't be. Still, there was Maria to consider. He hadn't had the opportunity yet to test the waters there. Right then he wished he could talk to Annie. Maybe he'd get a chance later.

Rosa studied him when he unlocked the door for her. "Are you alright, Joseph?"

He forced himself to smile for her. "Yes. Just hungry."

From the faint frown on her face, he knew she knew he wasn't telling the truth. But he also knew she wouldn't call him on it. "We are still meeting your partner at the restaurant?"

Joe's smile came easier this time. "Yeah. Knowing him, he's probably there waiting for us. Man has a thing about being on time."

Rosa shot him a look. "Punctuality is not a vice."

Joe laughed. His being late for nearly everything had always annoyed her. There were times when he did it just to see her eyes flash. Her eyes were amazing when she was angry, not that he ever told her that. Somehow he suspected she already knew.

Joe easily navigated his way through the traffic. In no time at all they were parking at the restaurant, right next to his Cobra. Maria stroked the hood of the car gently. Joe couldn't help but wonder if Maria wasn't the one interested in stock cars, not her husband. His baby sister always did have a thing for fast cars.

"She is just a beautiful as the day you bought her, Joey." Her hand trailed lovingly across the hood. "I still can't believe you let your partner drive her, but you won't let me."

"He has a better track record, Sprite."

"Wreck one car when you're sixteen..."

"It was more than one. It was two. And one of them was a 1965 mustang." Joe felt compelled to point out. He had gotten over the car years ago, but the vintage mustang hadn't been his car either. It had belonged to Thomas. Thomas had been beyond livid. The only thing that kept him from killing Maria was the fact that she'd broken her collarbone in the accident. He did make her work at Uncle Mikey's restaurant for the next three summers to pay for a replacement.

Maria pouted slightly before grinning, looking totally unrepentant. "Was a lot of fun hotwiring that thing."

Joe just shook his head, decidedly grateful he no longer had to protect the rebellious teenager his sister had been. Maria wasn't exactly wild, but she was certainly prone to pushing the limits. Probably because she had absolute faith that someone would catch her. Joe had that same blind faith once. He never expected to find it again, but with Levon he knew, absolutely knew, that someone would be there to catch him. With a smile, he waved a hand, and ushered them toward the restaurant.

He was eager to see his lover. Levon had kissed him awake this morning, but he'd left soon after. Joe was more conscious of the feel of him than anything else. He never realized before just how much he missed being able to simply look at Levon, or how just being around him made Joe feel like there was nothing he couldn't handle. [Oh, you have so got it bad, Joseph LaFiamma. So very bad.]

Levon was lounging in one of the seats near the door. Joe paused for just a moment taking in the way his lover could seem to relax his long lanky frame and just get comfortable anywhere. [You could never tell just by looking at him if he's been waiting 5 minutes or 5 hours.]

Some sixth sense always seemed to alert Levon to Joe's presence so that even when he wasn't really paying attention he always seemed to know just when Joe arrived. Levon smiled at Joe and stood up. Joe's breath caught slightly when he realized Levon was wearing the silk shirt he'd given him for Christmas over a year ago. It was a deep burgundy wine color that set of Levon's blond hair and fair complexion beautifully.

At first, Joe thought he hadn't liked it, or had somehow been offended by the gift, because Levon rarely wore it. His lover had been quick to disabuse him of that notion. He told Joe it was too nice a gift to be worn around home or to the office when so many of their cases involved hitting the streets, sometimes literally.

Joe was deeply touched and astounded to realize that Levon had cherished his gift even before they became lovers. He wore it for 'special occasions'. [Guess meeting more of my family qualifies as special.]

Joe's eyes ghosted over Levon in appreciation. He decided that the silk shirt went surprisingly well with Levon's black jeans and boots. [Damn. He is so beautiful.]

Levon stepped forward with a small grin. "About time you showed up. Was beginnin' ta think I got the wrong place."

Joe frowned at his partner. "We're not THAT late, Lundy." Levon just raised an eyebrow, and made a show of looking at his watch. Joe let that non-verbal comment pass, knowing he wasn't going to win.

He gestured to Rosa, ushering her to step in front of him. "Mrs. Rosa Scarpacci, I'd like you to meet my partner, and friend, Levon Lundy. Lundy, this is my Aunt Rosa."

Levon, removed his hat, and smiled warmly, before offering her his hand. "Real pleasure to meet you, Ma'am." His soft drawl held the same respectful, almost deferential note it always did when he addressed a woman. The handshake between them was firm, but Joe was quick to note, it was also very gentle.

Rosa returned his smile. "It is so nice to finally meet the man I've heard so much about."

Levon raised an eyebrow, looking at Joe. "Joe been tellin' stories again?"

Rosa was quick to let him know it wasn't Joe. "No. Rafael. To hear him talk, you walk on water."

"Just on weekends." Levon winked at her. "But for a beautiful woman like you, I'd be willin' ta make an exception."

Joe cleared his throat, and poked Levon none too gently in the ribs. "No flirting with my aunt."

Rose shot him an amused, and at the same time, quelling look. "Ignore him, Mr. Lundy." She patted Levon's hand. "Flirt with me all you like."

Levon cast a sly glance at Joe, brown eyes sparkling with good humor, before turning back to Rosa. "Just Levon, Mrs. Scarpacci."

She smiled and tipped her head. "Then you must call me Rosa."

Joe gestured toward his sister and her husband. "And this lovely young woman is my baby sister, Maria. Formerly LaFiamma, but now Concetta. And her husband, Carlo Concetta. Maria, Carlo, my partner and friend, Levon Lundy."

Levon offered his hand first to Maria and then to Carlo. "Nice to meet you both." Maria and Carlo both returned his greeting warmly.

Introductions taken care of, they made their way to a table. Joe had made reservations earlier so they wouldn't have any problems. He might not always be on time but he did believe in being prepared. Joe sent a silent prayer heavenward that lunch would go well. He really, really wanted for Rosa and Maria to like Levon. It wouldn't hurt if Carlo liked him too, but at the moment he was the least of Joe's worries.

Joe hadn't been nervous or even concerned the last time members of his family met his partner. He mentally snorted at that. [That is because the last time he was just an unrequited object of lust. Now he's the other half of my soul. Amazing what a difference a year can make.]

Levon held the chair at the head of the table for Rosa. She smiled as she took her seat. "Chivalry isn't dead after all."

"No, Ma'am. Reports of its death were greatly exaggerated. Was jus' wounded a mite is all."

She laughed, delighted with his answer. She looked at Joe. "You could learn a thing or two from him, Joseph."

Joe rolled his eyes, before tilting his head to look down at her. He had a sudden feeling of déjà vu. She'd said the same thing to him when he was sixteen and his cousin Thomas was eighteen. "You think so?"

"Yes." Rosa nodded her head. "He is on time. He's polite. And he knows how to treat a lady. These are all good things."

"Didn't you just tell me yesterday what a nice, sweet boy I was?"

Rosa regarded Joe for just a moment before smiling mischievously. "I did. But that doesn't mean you couldn't learn something from Levon."

Joe flushed when Levon somehow managed give him a look that was suggestive and innocent at the same time. Levon grinned at his reaction and winked. [Oh, I'd have to say I've already learned a lot from him. And none of what I learned has anything to do with social graces.]

Joe shook his head, and sat down. He firmly resisted the urge to touch Levon, when he slid into the seat next to Joe. Carlo and Maria sat next to one another, across from Joe and Levon.

The waitress stopped to hand out menus and take their drink orders. Maria, Carlo and Rosa all asked for a glass of wine. It was traditional in their family, and rather old world, to have wine with nearly every meal, except for breakfast. Joe wasn't surprised when Levon ordered lemonade since he was still on duty, and would be heading back to the office after this. Joe opted for iced tea. The sweet tea that was typical in the South was something he'd developed a real fondness for.

After they placed their order for lunch, Maria immediately focused on Levon. "So how do you like working with my brother, Levon? Still have to fight the urge to kill him now and again?" Maria asked brightly.

Levon chuckled. "Just every other day."

Maria laughed, and began encouraging Levon to swap stories. Tales from Joe's childhood were cheerfully traded for recounts of his adventures in Houston. Rosa would occasionally add details to Maria's stories, or ask questions from Levon encouraging him to offer more information.

Maria especially enjoyed hearing that Joe had totaled Levon's jeep. The look she shot him let Joe know that she felt truly vindicated in thinking he was wrong to not let her drive the Cobra. Joe just shook his head. [I'll probably have to let her drive at least once while she's here or I'll never hear the end of it.]

Joe considered whether or not he should be embarrassed by the stories being thrown back and forth between his partner and his sister. The truth was he was just so glad they seemed to actually like each other that he couldn't be bothered. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, laughing and talking.

Joe patted Levon's thigh under the table, confident no one could see him do it. He just wanted to touch, to let his lover know he wasn't bothered by the stories, and that he was grateful Levon stuck to their more humorous adventures. Joe was certain that Levon had deliberately left out the violent and life-threatening details. [Probably figures if I wanted them to know that stuff I'd tell them. He knows I don't want them to worry the same way he doesn't want Mother Minnie to worry.]

Levon let his fingers ghost over the back of Joe's hand in a faint caress. His light touch was enough to let Joe know his message had been received. Joe was once again impressed with how much could be communicated between them with out words. [Before I met him, I never knew you could carry on an entire conversation and never say a word.]

"So, Levon... you played football in college?" Carlo asked when it seemed as if Maria and Rosa had mercifully run out of embarrassing tales to tell for the moment.

"Yeah. I did." Levon took a sip from his glass, sitting back a bit in his chair. He pushed his empty plate away from him slightly.

"Texas A & M. Right?"

"Yep."

Carlo grinned. He snapped his fingers and pointed at Levon. "I knew it! I thought the name sounded familiar. But I figured it couldn't be the same guy. I thought for sure you'd have turned pro. What happened? I mean, you were amazing out there."

Levon shrugged one shoulder. "Wasn't in the cards."

"Surely you were recruited? I'd read that there were several teams scouting you your senior year."

Levon sighed, and looked away. "Tore up my shoulder in my last game. Nobody was interested in a player that would be on the disabled list indefinitely. As it was, my shoulder never really healed well enough ta take that kind of punishment again."

"Oh man, I'm sorry. I didn't know." Carlo seemed genuinely apologetic. Joe still felt like kicking him under the table. Hard.

"Don't worry about it. Happened a long time ago." Levon smiled as he dismissed Carlo's apology as unnecessary.

"Why did you decide to become a cop?" Maria asked. "I mean, I know why Joe did. My brother is an adrenaline junkie. He was in one high speed chase and he was hooked." Maria smirked knowingly at Joe before turning her attention back to Levon. "But is seems like a bit of a stretch to go from playing football to busting bad guys."

"My granddaddy was a Texas Ranger."

"Ah. A family tradition then." Rosa tipped her head toward Levon. "Your parents must be proud of you for carrying it on."

Levon shot a wry expression toward Joe. "You could say that."

Joe knew his partner was just too honest to lie about his family. His non-committal statement was as close as he'd every really come to out right lying. Joe couldn't really blame him for not wanting to go into detail. It would likely just upset everyone at the table, something neither of them really wanted to have happen. [Telling them about his mother's death when he was little will just remind Maria of losing our parents. And there is just no easy way to explain having an abusive father currently in jail for murder.]

Hoping Rosa hadn't noticed Levon's 'help me' look, Joe skillfully and quickly steered the conversation toward their morning visit to the museum and their plans for the afternoon. He received a gentle squeeze of his thigh as a gesture of gratitude. Joe smiled slightly, and breathed a sigh of relief when the rest of lunch passed without incident.

Levon glanced at his watch, and regretfully indicated that he had to leave. "I need ta get back ta the office."

"Are you sure you don't want to play hooky and come racing with us?" Maria offered. "It'll be fun."

"Have to be 'nother time, ma'am." Levon smiled. He cast a conspiring look at her. "You be sure ta keep an eye on yer brother. He's a mite reckless, and I'd hate for him ta wreck someone else's car."

Maria threw back her head and laughed. "Hear that, Joey?"

Joe scowled at Levon and cuffed him lightly on the shoulder. "Thanks a lot, partner." He turned toward his sister, and pointed his finger. "Don't get too cocky. He's never seen you drive."

"Hah. We'll see who wins today. You won't be so cocky when you're eating my dust."

Joe just shook his head. "I'm going to have to beat you now. You know that, right?"

"If you can." Maria raised her chin in a clear challenge.

"See what you started?" Joe accused Levon.

Levon shrugged, unconcerned. "Seems ta me it was started long before ya even met me." He smirked. "What's the matter? Ya don't think ya kin take her?"

"You. Are. Not. Helping."

Levon grinned. "I know. Wasn't plannin' to."

Joe opened his mouth to retort, but Rosa stopped him by simply saying, "Children." She looked hard at Maria, Levon and Joe. "You don't want me to send you to separate corners now do you?"

Levon smiled ever so slightly. "No, Ma'am." He put on his Stetson, and touched two fingers to the brim of his hat, and tipped his head slightly. "Was a pleasure to meet all o' you."

"Will we be seeing you again, Levon?" Rosa asked as Levon stood up to leave.

"Yes, Ma'am, I believe ya will."

"Good." Rosa smiled warmly at him. "I'll be looking forward to it."

Joe felt much of his internal tension drain away hearing her say that. Rosa wouldn't have said it if she didn't mean it. She was a wonderful judge of character, and knowing she liked Levon, and seemed to enjoy his company, was a major relief. Based on what she had said earlier at the museum, she was the only member of his family who's opinion he knew for certain wouldn't change when he finally managed to tell them the true nature of his relationship with Levon. It was a huge comfort to know that at least one family member wouldn't disown him or condemn him.

Joe stood to walk out with his partner. "I want to catch up with Levon on what's going on at the office." It wasn't the real reason he wanted to have a minute alone with his lover, but it was one they would understand. "Why don't the three of you just sit for a bit? I'll be right back."

Maria shook her head, and wagged a finger at him. "Joey, you're on vacation. The whole point of that is to not think about work. It will still be there when you get back."

"Yeah, I know." Joe shrugged. "I just want to stay on top of things."

Maria rolled her eyes. "You are obsessive."

"I prefer to think of it as conscientious."

Maria raised an eyebrow. "Denial."

"River in Egypt, right?" Joe laughed at the look she gave him. "I'll be right back. It won't take but a minute, and then I can go kick your ass at the track."

"Won't be my ass getting kicked, Joey." Maria flatly declared.

Joe just grinned. He and Levon headed out of the restaurant together. Once they reached the Cobra, Levon casually leaned one hip against the door, and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Ain't nothin' goin' on at the office that you don't know about, so you wanna tell me the real reason ya wanted ta talk to me?"

"Do you like them?" Joe got right to the point. Having his family meet Levon was as much about them liking him as it was about him liking them.

Levon smiled. "Be real hard not to like yer Aunt Rosa. She's a real lady that one." Levon's smile got wider. "An' yer sister tells some great stories. Seems like she'd be a lot of fun ta be around."

"And Carlo?"

"S'okay." Brown eyes studied him for a moment. "He didn't mean anythin', Joe. Askin' about me playin' football ain't taboo, ya know? It really don't bother me." Levon cocked his head to one side. He frowned slightly. "Somehow I get the feelin' there is more to it than just that. "

Joe sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. [Might as well tell him about what Carlo said at the museum.] Levon didn't say anything until he was finished. He didn't look upset or even remotely bothered by Carlo's reaction.

"Joe, ya can't be angry with him for statin' his opinion. No matter how wrong it is, man's entitled ta believe whatever he wants. He will anyway." Levon's tone clearly indicated he thought Carlo as stupid, ignorant and misguided as Joe did to believe what he did. Unlike Joe, he was resigned, rather than angry.

"Ya wanted honest, right?" Reluctantly Joe nodded. Levon reached out to place a hand on his shoulder, and squeezed gently. "Know it ain't quite the reaction ya wanted, but ya knew it was a possibility. Least this way ya know where he stands. That has ta count for somethin'. What about Rosa and Maria?"

Joe smiled. "I don't think Rosa will have no problem with us." Joe quickly told Levon what Rosa had said about the painting they'd studied, and about love in general.

Levon nodded. "Not surprised. Like I said, she's a real lady. Got a lotta class. An' yer sister?"

"I don't know yet."

"Guess we'll know more after Andre's."

"About that..." Joe hesitated.

"Yeah?"

"I'm not sure if we should."

"Because of Carlo?"

"Yeah."

Levon shrugged. "Up ta you, really. It's yer family, but was it me, I'd go ahead with it."

"Why?"

"Cause you need ta know." Levon stated simply. "Once ya know where she stands, ya can deal with it. This hangin' in limbo is just hell for you."

Joe realized his lover was right. He did need to know. That need was the reason he started all this in the first place. [Guess I don't need to talk to Annie after all.] He smiled. "I tell you lately that I love you?"

"Not since this morning."

"I love you, Cowboy."

Levon smiled back. "Love you too." He straightened up from where he'd been leaning against the car, digging the keys out of his pocket as he did so. "Now, I gotta get back ta the office. You gonna be okay?"

Joe took a deep breath. "Yeah."

Levon nodded. He cast a quick glance around, and stepped close to Joe. He raised hand to let the back of his knuckles caress Joe's cheek. It wasn't really enough contact for either of them, but it would be all they would risk in a public setting.

Levon stepped back, and got in the car. "Ya comin' over tonight?"

Joe nodded. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Good."

"You be careful." Joe commanded, still not entirely comfortable to have Levon working without him.

Levon rolled his eyes. "Like I can get into much trouble ridin' a damn desk. Yer more likely ta get into trouble at the track." Levon gave him a hard look. "You better not end up wipin' out. Ya hear?"

Joe grimaced. "I'll be fine."

"You better be."

"I'll have Rosa and Maria to keep me in line. I won't be allowed to get into trouble with them around. Believe me." Joe frowned at his lover. "You, on the other hand, will be on your own. So promise me you'll be careful?"

Levon sighed. "I promise. Happy now? Ain't nothin' gonna happen Joe. Relax."

[From your lips to God's ears, Cowboy. If anyone could find trouble anywhere, it would be you.] Joe watched Levon pull away. With a quiet sigh, he headed back to collect his family.

Levon looked at the clock on the wall, and scowled. He shook his head resigned to the fact that time wasn't going to move any faster simply because he wanted it to. When he was working with Joe he never even noticed the time, but without his partner to help the day go faster, to talk to, to just keep him focused, the day seemed interminable.

[God. I've got another two hours until this shift is over.] Levon had long ago come to the conclusion that riding a desk was without a doubt the most boring aspect of his job. [Iffen they had told me at the academy how much paperwork a detective had ta do, I woulda never even considered the job.]

Shaking his head, Levon studied the file and corresponding forms in front of him. It was the fifth file he'd picked up today. [Jus' ain't no way I'm gonna be able ta do this without fallin' asleep. Least wise not without some coffee.] Levon got up from his desk and made his way to the break room. He refused to acknowledge the little voice that told him he was just delaying the inevitable.

"Damn." Levon cursed softly, noticing the coffee pot was empty. Normally whoever emptied the last pot made the next one. Checking the coffee can nearby Levon realized that a new pot hadn't been made for the simple reason they didn't have any coffee to make.

"Double damn."

Levon knew he wasn't going to be able to finish the day without a shot of caffeine. [Well, son, desperate times call for desperate measures. I'll just have to go get me a cup.] He grinned knowing exactly where he was going to get it.

Joe raved about the coffee shop on the corner. Joe didn't drink anywhere near the amount of coffee Levon did, and absolutely refused to drink what he called "Reisner sludge." He'd long ago declared the office coffee unfit for human consumption. So whenever he wanted a cup at the office he would take a stroll across the street and get it at the coffee shop that opened about six months ago. It was some company from the Pacific Northwest.

Levon had never understood the appeal, figuring coffee was coffee, and he couldn't see the point in paying twice as much for it just because it had a funky name. But Joe insisted that espressos, lattes and cappuccinos were different.

With a mental shrug, Levon headed down stairs. [I'll never live it down if Joe finds out I tried his fancy coffee. But what he don't know won't hurt him.]

As he headed toward the front door, Levon stopped by the front desk. It was an ingrained habit to let the desk sergeant know he was heading out for a few minutes. Should anyone need him they would usually check with his partner first. Then with Joanne. And finally the desk sergeant. The desk sergeant almost always knew who was actually in the building and who wasn't.

"Hey, Mike. I'm gonna run and get a cup o' coffee. We're all out up stairs. Should only take me a coupla minutes."

Mike nodded. "How's yer partner enjoyin' his week off?"

"Seems ta be havin' a good time with his kin folk."

"Riding a desk, are ya?"

"Yeah. An' I need some coffee or I'll never make it ta the end of the day."

"I hear ya. You goin' ta Starbucks?" Mike asked.

Levon nodded. "It's the closest place."

"Will ya get me a to get a cup of coffee?"

"Sure."

Mike reached into his pocket and handed Levon a five. "Pick me up a tall double mocha latte."

"Okay." [Whatever. Sure hope a body can get just a normal cup at this place.]

Levon waited for the lights to change and then crossed the street. Starbucks sat kitty corner to Reisner in the first floor of a building that was predominantly occupied by law offices. Various other stores had occupied the same spot over the years. It had been a bookstore, a deli, and even a florist shop. Levon wondered how long this Starbucks would last. [Judgin' by the number of customers in this place, it just might make it a while.]

He glanced at the menu hanging over the counter as he waited in line. He sighed. Levon didn't even recognize half the stuff listed. If it weren't for the nearly over powering smell of coffee he'd have never realized that was what they were selling. It reminded him of going to a Baskin Robbins as a child, and being astounded by the number of flavors listed.

The woman running the counter was an older, large black lady. She moved with a grace and dignity that belied the age her gray hair seemed to imply. Her nametag indicated her name was Mirim. She smiled at him. "What can I get for you, Sweetie?"

Levon shrugged one shoulder. "Was kinda hopin' for a regular cup of coffee, Ma'am." He tipped his head back to glance at the menu. "But ta be honest, I ain't sure it's even listed on there."

She laughed, her dark eyes dancing. "Had the same feeling when I started workin' here, Sugar. Tell ya what, you jus' tell me how ya like yer coffee, an' I'll make sure ya get somethin' that suits ya."

Levon smiled, not minding the casual endearments having heard her address every customer that way. "I like it strong, dark and jus' a little bitter. Ya got somethin' like that?"

"Sure do, Honey Pie. Anythin' else I can get for you?"

"Yeah. Need ta get a tall double mocha latte." His tone implied that he hoped she knew what that was, because he sure as hell didn't.

"Comin' right up."

A minute later Mirim handed him two cups. Levon sipped the smaller cup she indicated was for him. He closed his eyes savoring the taste. It was good. Real good.

"That suit ya?"

"Yes, Ma'am. It's perfect."

Mirim smiled. "Figured you'd like that. Same one I like."

Levon paid for the coffee. "Thank you."

"Anytime, Honey. Anytime."

Levon stepped into the sunshine and waited at the corner for the light to change. He continued to savor his coffee. Across the street a young woman with two children also waited. Most of the woman's attention was on the fussy baby she held in her arms. The little blonde girl standing impatiently next to her was bouncing up and down obviously eager to move.

The light changed and the little girl launched herself off the sidewalk, eager to get to the other side. "Wait for me, Peggy." Her mother called, not really paying attention to the little girl, still focused on the infant in her arms.

Not even slowing down, Peggy answered. "I will, Momma."

The sound of squealing tires made Levon glance up the street. A canary yellow corvette had just rounded the corner and was speeding toward the intersection. Knowing it would never stop in time, Levon dropped the cups he held, and sprinted for the child skipping her way across the street blithely unaware of the approaching vehicle.

He scooped her up just as the corvette reached them. He managed to roll with the impact, trying to shield the child as best he could. Levon felt the bumper take his legs out from under him, and roll him up over the hood. His back struck the windshield with enough force to take his breath away. The car's sudden deceleration rolled him back off the window, and over the hood a second time. Levon still had the presence of mind to make sure that when he hit the ground the child in his arms landed on top of him and not on the asphalt.

He was distantly aware of someone screaming, but ignored it. Just as he ignored the crowd beginning to gather, the frantic sounds of someone calling for help, and the pain that was beginning to make itself known. He knew from past experience that he had a few minutes before the pain would make itself impossible to ignore, and he didn't want to waste that.

Peggy was clutching him tightly, shaking and crying. "You okay, sweetheart?" He managed to gasp out once he could convince his lungs to breath again.

"I... I think... so." She sobbed, clutching to him tighter. "I want... momma."

"I know, sweetheart. I know."

Levon glanced up when a shadow fell across him. It was the woman he'd seen earlier across the street. The infant she was still holding was crying loudly, as was the woman. She looked frantic.

"Peggy! My God! Peggy, are you okay? Answer me, baby. Peggy!"

"Momma!"

Peggy quickly squirmed her way free of Levon's hold, her knees catching him in the abdomen, while her elbows clipped his already abused rib cage. Unable to hold her, Levon simply let her go. He figured if she was moving that well, she probably wasn't seriously hurt. At least he hoped not.

Suddenly Mike was there. "Lundy... you okay, man?"

[Nice thing about this happening near the station is there ain't no lag time on the call.] "Think so, Mike." He avoided taking a deep breath, not sure if he'd broken anything, and not really wanting to know just yet if he had. Levon shifted, wanting to get the hell out of the street, but a firm hand on his shoulder kept him where he was.

"You jus' stay put. Ambulance is on its way."

Levon frowned. "Don't... need that." He wasn't hurt that bad.

"Humor me." Mike's tone made it clear that it wasn't a request.

"Yer jus' sore cause I dropped... yer fancy... coffee."

Mike snorted. "Oh no. That is another issue entirely, my friend. We'll settle that one another time. I want you to jus' stay put until the medics give ya the all clear."

Mike eyeballed the corvette. "From the looks o' that car, it'd be best ta let someone look ya over."

What Levon could see of the front end reminded him of damage he'd done to a vehicle from hitting a deer once. Given that he'd killed the deer on impact, Mike was probably right. Levon could just make out other officers on the scene. Some were interviewing witnesses, while others were handling the crowd. He was pleased to see the driver of the corvette being cuffed. [Hope the stupid bastard meets some real nice people in lock up. The kind that would kill ya for lookin' at 'em funny.]

Levon shifted slightly, wanting to find a more comfortable way to lay on the asphalt. He gasped when pain radiated from his hip. He tried to breath through the pain and was rewarded for his effort with further agony from his ribs. [Christ. That hurts. Had ta broke some fer sure.]

Mike looked at him in concern. "Easy, Lundy. Jus' take it easy."

"Little girl... she okay?"

Mike glanced at point out of Levon's line of sight. "She's fine."

Levon nodded. He already knew trying to move was a bad idea, but that didn't keep him from doing it. Probably some basic animal instinct at play that was trying to get him to move away from the site where he'd been hurt.

Levon blinked as his vision got blurry. When it started to gray, he knew he was going to lose consciousness. It was a sign he was all too familiar with. [Damn. Joe is gonna be so pissed about this.]

Rosa watched her nephew in concern. She had been impressed with the driving skill he had shown on the racetrack earlier. Both he and his sister had always had incredible reflexes, and enjoyed the thrill of being in a position where lightening fast decisions were required.

But the display on the racetrack didn't hold a candle to his current level of speed and dexterity. At least, the track had been designed for speed, and traffic was minimal. The same could not be said for the streets of Houston. Joe kept the Jimmy darting in and out of traffic, squeezing in and out of openings Rosa was certain it wouldn't possibly fit in, never once reducing his speed. She should have offered to drive when the call had come in.

Maria, Carlo and Joe had just finished playing on the track. They were arguing about who had actually won. Rosa was honestly surprised to find that Carlo had beaten both of them. She shouldn't have been, since stock cars were actually something of a hobby for him. Rosa knew that they had all had a great time. She had been excited just to watch from the stands.

Once they stopped arguing conversation turned to what they would do until dinner. Joe had just started the Jimmy when the call came over the police standard radio. Rosa had noticed that Joe had turned down the volume, but he never actually turned it off. Something must have caught his attention because he immediately turned up the volume.

The call was apparently for him, because Joe picked up the mic and answered. When the dispatcher relayed that Levon had been involved in an accident, Joe's face lost all color. Rosa knew the phrase, "there has been an accident" has always held special meaning for Joe and his siblings. She sometimes wondered if it wasn't a universal warning for everyone.

Joe had swallowed hard, his voice hoarse when he asked, "How bad?"

"Sergeant Lundy is being transported to the hospital. Medics report him to be in stable condition. Their biggest concern at the moment is the possibility of internal injuries."

"Which hospital?"

"Mercy General. ETA is ten minutes."

"I'm on my way."

Joe hung up the mic and they were off. Rosa wasn't certain if Joe wanted to be there to meet the ambulance, of if he was attempting to beat it there. Either way she was vastly relieved when they reached the hospital in one piece some twenty minutes later. Despite the set countenance of his expression, she could easily read the fear and desperation in Joe's eyes.

It hurt to see him so afraid. Rosa bowed her head and said a quick prayer before getting out of the Jimmy. [Please, God, ensure the safety of Levon Lundy. He is very important to Joseph. And I really don't think he could stand to lose another partner. Please, dear God, have mercy. Amen.]

Together they headed inside. Maria and Carlo stopped in the waiting room. "We'll just wait here." Maria said quietly. Rosa nodded, but Joe gave no sign that he'd even heard. She went with him to the admission desk.

"Excuse me." Joe leaned over the counter, slightly invading the space of the nurse working there. Rosa recognized it as a simple trick to ensure he couldn't be ignored. [It's hard to over look someone who just started breathing your air.]

"Yes?" The nurse looked up, and stepped back. "Can I help you?"

"I'm looking for Levon Lundy. He would have been brought in just a few minutes ago." Not getting an immediate response Joe continued. "Accident victim. Male. Caucasian. Blond. Just over six feet tall. Weighs around 170, 180 pounds. He's a cop."

The nurse nodded her head. "Are you family?"

"I'm his partner, and legal next of kin." Joe answered without hesitation. Rosa raised an eyebrow at that but didn't say anything. She would ask later why Levon had his partner as his next of kin. He hadn't said much about his family at lunch, and she got the impression that he really didn't want to either. She hadn't missed the look he sent Joe, or how quickly the conversation changed direction when she had brought up his family at lunch.

[Maybe he is like so many others. Estranged from them. But why would he follow in his grandfather's footsteps and continue the family tradition? He did not seem the sort who could be compelled to do anything he didn't really want to. Hmmm... more puzzles.] Rosa decided to leave that for another time. Right now it was important to be here to support Joe. The rest could wait.

"I'll need you to fill out these forms." The nurse handed Joe a clipboard. Joe took it, only to lay it on the counter. He didn't move away.

"Levon's allergic to morphine and most of the derivatives from it."

She nodded. "I saw that listed in his past history. The doctor is aware of his allergy. If you'll just take a seat, and fill those out," the nurse taps the clipboard with her finger, "the doctor will be with you as soon as he can."

With obvious reluctance, Joe took the clipboard, and moved toward where Maria and Carlo were seated. Rosa shook her head, watching him hastily fill out the required information. She wasn't sure if anyone would be able to read his writing. [If they can decipher a doctor's scrawl, Joseph's should not prove to be too difficult.]

Joe got up and handed the clipboard back to the nurse. He started pacing slowly back and forth, from one side of the room to the other. The waiting room really wasn't large enough to take more than four strides before he had to turn. Rosa frowned at him, but didn't try to stop him. [His father was the same way. I don't think Tony ever sat down when he had to wait.]

Maria got up. She laid a hand on his arm, stopping him for a moment, her expression concerned and compassionate. "Joey? Did they say anything?"

"No." Joe sighed quietly, and patted her hand. "Just that the doctor would be with us as soon as he can."

"Ah. They always say stuff like that." Maria smiled wryly, and Joe returned her half-hearted gesture. "Why don't Carlo and I go see if we can't track down something for all of us to drink?"

"I'm fine."

Maria tightened her grip on his arm. "You could do with something to drink. We spent most of the afternoon at the racetrack. It was only slightly hotter than hell, Joey. You really should drink something."

"Okay, Sprite." Joe gave in and pointed down the hall. "There's a vending machine down there. Juice, and soda, I think."

"We'll be back in a minute." She squeezed his hand before letting go and collecting her husband, and heading down the hall.

Rosa watched as Joe resumed pacing. His right hand kept playing with the pendant he wore. He seemed to be totally unaware that he was even doing it. His eyes kept straying toward the double doors that Rosa suspected the doctor would emerge from at some point.

She wanted to offer some words of comfort, but knew better than to spit out mindless platitudes. [He is not a child. He will not believe me when I say everything will be all right. It is perhaps the saddest thing about being an adult. We no longer have the blind faith we once did.]

Rosa glanced toward the outer doors when they opened automatically to allow a long-haired brunette woman to enter. Rosa noted with approval that she had a no-nonsense attitude about her, and a general air of confidence. Rosa suspected she was someone used to being in a position of authority, used to giving orders, and taking responsibility.

The new comer walked past Rosa, and up to Joe. "LaFiamma, any word yet?"

"No."

Joe took a deep breath, and focused icy blue eyes on the woman in front of him. Rosa was further impressed when she didn't flinch or back away from him. [Whoever she is, she is certainly no coward. There are not many who would willingly face Joseph when he is angry.]

"What the hell happened, Joanne? All they told me was Levon was in an accident. He was supposed to be riding a desk, damn it! He wasn't supposed to be on the streets alone!"

"He wasn't on the streets." Joanne stated calmly. "He wasn't working a case or doing anything that would require back up."

"Well what in the hell was he doing?!!" Joe stepped forward, towering over Joanne. Joe almost shook with restrained emotion, anger and fear making him ready to lash out at the nearest target. Rosa was again impressed that Joanne held her ground.

"He told Mike Saunders that he was just going across the street for a cup of coffee."

"Coffee?" Joe's anger receded slightly, and he looked confused. "Why would he bother going across the street? He drinks that road tar in the break room."

"Normally he does. But the pot was empty and they ran out, so he couldn't make more. He told Mike that he didn't think he could finish his shift without a dose of caffeine. You know as well as I do that the man drinks nearly a pot a day."

Joe sighed, and rubbed one hand over his face. "So... he's going to get a cup, and..." Joe waved a hand in a "go on" motion clearly asking for the rest.

"According to witnesses interviewed at the scene, a little girl was crossing the street. She was about halfway across when a car came around the corner, and wasn't going to stop. Levon caught her just in time to take the brunt of the impact."

"How... how fast was the car going?"

Joanne winced, and looked away for the first time. "Based on the skid marks, estimates put the speed of the car at impact around 40 miles an hour."

"Christ." Joe hissed out in a whisper, his eyes closed. He shuddered, and wrapped his arms around himself. His expression took on an enforced calm, and Rosa could almost see him drawing into himself, bracing for the worst, expecting it. She stood up and went to him. She rubbed one hand down his arm.

Softly, in Italian, she cautioned him, "Easy, Joseph. Do not bury him until it is time to do so. You must not give up hope."

Joe nodded, and captured her hand. His eyes met hers, and she could read the determination there. He responded to her in the same language. "I won't, Aunt Rosa. Believe me, I won't give up on him."

"The girl okay?" He asked Joanne in English after taking a shaky breath.

"As far as I know she wasn't injured, only scared half ta death. If it hadn't been for Levon, that car would probably have killed her. She is supposed to be getting checked out here as well just to be on the safe side."

Maria and Carlo returned, and Joe made hasty introductions. Rosa was not really surprised to learn that the woman was Joe's superior, Joanne Beaumont. Joanne sat on Rosa's right, Maria and Carlo took seats to her left after Maria handed Joe a bottle of cranberry juice. Joe resumed pacing taking occasional absentminded sips from the bottle and playing with his pendant. His eyes never left the double doors for long.

Rosa reached into her purse and pulled out her rosary. Prayer was the only real option left at the moment, and she had never been one not to ask for divine intervention whenever she thought it might help. Crossing herself and then kissing the crucifix, she began to pray silently, fingering each ivory bead, counting off the Holy Mary's and Our Father's. Tradition dictated that she be on her knees, but she didn't think God would object to her remaining seated. It was the intent that mattered, not the position of the petitioner. Rosa was certain that God would know she meant no disrespect in not assuming a subservient, humble position. [The floor would simply be too hard for my old knees, and I do not wish to leave Joseph to find a chapel.]

She was halfway through the fourth decade when the doctor finally made his appearance. He was a tall, lean man with graying hair. He didn't get but one step into the room before Joe was standing directly in front of him. Rosa stood, and moved to stand beside Joe, as did Maria, Carlo and Joanne.

"Doctor Marsh." Joe called him. Rosa couldn't read anything from his neutral tone of voice other than they knew each other.

"Sergeant LaFiamma." Lewis smiled slightly at Joe, and nodded toward Joanne. "Lieutenant Beaumont. You are both here about Sergeant Lundy?"

Joanne nodded, answering for both of them.

"Talk to me, Marsh." Joe's voice was low, but the command was unmistakable. He didn't want platitudes from the doctor any more than he would have wanted them from Rosa. He facial expression and body language were clear signals that he wanted hard facts and he wanted them now.

Rosa put a hand on his arm. She could feel the tension radiating through him. It reminded her of a bowstring, so tight it would sing if you strummed it. Joe reached over and patted her hand, but never took his eyes off March. The doctor for his part, met Joe's eyes and never wavered. Rosa speculated that he might be used to Joe's reaction to his partner being hurt. She remembered Joe mentioning Levon being hurt before, and wondered if this was the same doctor who'd treated him then.

Gray eyes, met blue and Marsh baldly stated Levon's condition. "The major damage occurred on his right side, the side of initial impact. He has three cracked ribs, a hairline fracture of the ulna... one of the bones of the forearm." Marsh held up his own right arm and ran his left index down his arm, indicating which bone he meant.

"He also dislocated his right hip, and hyper extended his knee. There is extensive bruising from his right side to his back. The paramedics told me that he hit the windshield with considerable force. So far there is no indication of spinal damage, but the severity of the bruising and its depth is enough to cause some damage to his kidneys. He will basically be passing blood for a few days until they recover."

"Because of the nature of the accident, and the overall severity of the bruising, I was concerned that he might have some internal bleeding. All test have come back negative so far, but we will continue to monitor him tonight and tomorrow, just to be certain. We have relocated his hip, and put a brace on his knee that he will need to wear for at least two weeks. We also wrapped his ribs, but a more permanent cast on his arm will have to wait until the swelling has subsided a bit."

"No... no head trauma?" Joe asked, his voice low, as though afraid of the answer, but determined to hear it nonetheless.

Dr. Marsh shook his head. "No. No head trauma. I'm guessing that he managed to tuck and roll with the impact a bit, managing to avoid any serious blows to his head. He was unconscious briefly, but that was simply a reaction to pain and shock. When he regained consciousness he was aware and lucid, knew what had happened and even asked about the little girl. Peggy, I believe he said her name was."

Joe looked both relieved and concerned at the same time. "He's going to be all right then?" Rosa knew he asked simply seeking confirmation. Everything the doctor had said hadn't sounded permanent, but Rosa could understand Joe's need to be certain of that.

"He's going to hurt like hell for the next few days, and be somewhat restricted in what he can do for the next few weeks, but yes, he should make a full recovery." Marsh smiled gently as he told them that. Rosa could feel some of the tension ease in Joe. He did not completely relax, but he no longer seemed quite so close to the breaking point.

"He was very lucky." Dr. Marsh stated with conviction. "I've seen quite a few hit and run victims over the years, and it could have been much worse."

"When can I see him?" Joe asked.

"Once he's settled in a room, I'll send a nurse to come get you. Shouldn't take more than half an hour or so."

"Thank you, Doctor." Joe held out his hand. "I really do appreciate all you've done."

Dr. Marsh, shook his hand, and tipped his head toward Joe. "You're welcome. Makes my job easier when I've got good news to give. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got other patients to attend to." With that Dr. Marsh stepped back, and walked away.

Joe took a deep breath, and released it slowly. Joanne patted his arm to get his attention. "I'm going to call the office and let them know he'll be alright." Joe just nodded. Rosa wasn't certain he was even listening.

"Come, Joseph, let's sit down." She tugged on his arm and led him over to the chairs they had so recently vacated. "The doctor said it would be awhile before we can see Levon."

"Half an hour." Joe stated. "Not awhile, Aunt Rosa. Half an hour."

Rosa sighed silently. [Ever since he was a boy he was like this. He will watch the clock. If that nurse is not here in half an hour he will go looking. How can he never be on time to anything, and yet be so conscious of time where others are concerned?]

She contented herself with the knowledge that at the very least he was no longer pacing, and he had finished the juice Maria brought him. He continued to play with the pendant, the only outward sign of his nervousness and impatience. Rosa glanced at it, and wondered when he'd started wearing it. She'd never known him to be much into jewelry. [Unlike his cousin, Rafael. Now that boy loves shiny things.]

Joe glanced at his boss when she returned. "I need to get back to the office, Joe. I'll see if I can find out any more about what happened from there. I'll let you know what I come up with."

"Okay." He stood up and hugged her. "Thanks, Boss."

After a moment, she pulled away. "When you talk to your partner, please tell him to quit making a habit of ending up here."

"I'll see what I can do."

"That goes for you too." Joanne shot him a stern look. "Before the two of you started working together, I didn't even know where the emergency room was, now I'm on a first name basis with most of the staff."

Joe raised an eyebrow. "I doubt that."

Joanne just snorted. "Wanna bet?"

Joe shook his head. "No. I know better than to bet with you." He hesitated for a moment. "Could you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

Rosa was pleased that Joanne didn't even hesitate in giving that answer. She took that to be mark of trust and respect. Not everyone would simply agree out right before they knew what would be asked of them.

"Would you take my family back to the hotel? They don't need to hang around here."

Rosa could understand Joe's desire to have them leave. He preferred to be the one giving comfort, not the one in need of it. He had no trouble expressing anger or affection, but he had never liked having people see his emotional distress, preferring to weather those personal storms in private. Rosa wasn't sure why. [Perhaps he worries that we will think less of him. Silly boy.]

"We'll stay." Maria declared firmly.

Rosa understood Maria's desire to stay. Even though they had only just met Levon, they liked him. And it was natural for Maria to want to be present to support her brother. [Even if he doesn't want her too.]

"Look, Sprite, I know you want to help, and I appreciate that. I really do. But there isn't anything you can do here. Levon's going to be fine. There's no reason for you to stay."

Maria scowled at him. "Joey, you heard the doctor. They want to keep an eye on him, that doesn't sound like everything is just fine. It would..."

"Maria," Rosa interrupted, "I think your brother is right. Go back to the hotel."

"What about you?" Maria asked not quite ready to give up.

"I will be staying." She quelled Joe's attempt to protest with a look.

Her nieces and nephews had never been able to do much when confronted with that look as children, and they had no more power to dispute it even as adults. Joe grimaced, but accepted the fact that she would not be leaving. Maria reluctantly agreed. She and Carlo left with Joanne after Joe agreed to call if there was any change for the worse in Levon's condition.

It was only a few minutes later when a very young looking nurse appeared. "Mr. LaFiamma?"

Rosa sighed in disgust when the young woman said it wrong, not understanding why saying a name correctly should be so difficult. Joe ignored it and answered the nurse immediately. "Yes?"

"Doctor Marsh asked me to take y'all to Mr. Lundy's room." She offered a bag to Joe, with a hesitant smile. "He said you would be the person to give Mr. Lundy's things to."

Joe nodded and took the bag from her. Rosa and Joe followed her to the elevator. The nurse hit the button for the fifth floor. Joe opened the bag and began to check the contents. Rosa watched as he checked Levon's wallet, his badge, and made certain that the safety was still in place on his gun and that it was secure in its holster. Joe reached into the bag and pulled out the bracelet Rosa had noticed Levon wearing at lunch. He smiled, looking amazed, and shook his head slightly, as his fingers ghost over the bracelet.

"What?" Rosa was curious about his reaction.

"There's not a mark on it."

She raised her eyebrows, not certain of the significance of that comment.

"He wears it on his right wrist. And there's not a mark on it."

"Ah." Now she understood. Dr. Marsh had said most of the physical damage had been to Levon's right side. [Curious that his beautiful bracelet managed to escape injury. A shame Levon was not as lucky.]

Joe's soft, "Damn," pulled Rosa's attention back to Joe.

"Something wrong, Joseph?"

Joe held up the watch he'd also pulled from the bag. Rosa could see that the watch must have stopped about the time of the accident. The crystal was cracked, and two of the large turquoise stones were now obviously missing. She didn't understand why her nephew would be upset. [True, it is a nice piece. Beautiful workmanship, but it is just a watch. It can be replaced.] Rosa said as much, trying to offer consolation.

Joe winced. "It's more than a watch, Aunt Rosa. It was his grandfather's. A family heirloom. He'll be upset that it was damaged, and I don't know who to go to, to get it fixed, or if it can even be repaired."

Rosa patted his arm. "Be that as it may, it isn't something you need to worry about right now. There will be time enough to find a way to fix it later. And I'm sure someone will know who can repair it."

Joe sighed, and nodded. He put the watch in his jacket pocket rather than return it to the bag. He also put the bracelet in his pocket. Rosa wondered about that, but didn't ask.

They followed the nurse off the elevator and down the hall to Levon's room, number 522. The nurse left them there with a smile and a reminder that visiting hours were over at six. Joe rolled his eyes at that, and Rosa suspected that he would stay as long as he wanted and there would be very little the hospital staff could do to prevent him from doing so. She was fairly certain there wasn't much she would be able to do about it either. She knew there was a limit to what she could make him do. And anything he didn't really want to do, he wasn't going to do.

Joe stepped into the room, and Rosa followed quietly. Levon was the only occupant. He was lying in the bed closest to the door. The head of the bed was propped up a bit probably to make it easier for him to breathe. [Given what the doctor told us about the extent of bruising he had to his back and kidneys, I wouldn't have expected him to by lying on his back. But I suppose he can't possibly sleep on his stomach with cracked ribs, and his right side would be out of the question. Still, it can't really be comfortable.]

Joe studied Levon, taking his appearance, before he moved toward the bed, and reached out to touch his left arm, careful to avoid the IV. Ever the tactile type, Rosa knew Joe needed physical contact to reassure himself that his partner really was okay. It was something he had always done. Whenever a member of the family had been hurt, no matter how minor, Joe never believed they were all right until he could touch them.

Rosa noticed that Levon's right forearm was in a temporary cast. Under the blanket, one leg appeared slightly larger than the other, and Rosa assumed that was due to the brace the doctor mentioned putting on his knee. She found herself relieved that he didn't look like he'd been hit by a car. Most of the bruising Dr. Marsh had mentioned was easily covered by the hospital gown and blanket. [Not sure how Joseph would react to seeing Levon looking as battered and bruised as the Dr. Marsh said he was.]

Heavy lidded brown eyes opened, and Levon smiled slightly. "Hey, Joe." Levon's voice was soft, and just a bit hoarse.

"Hey, yourself, Cowboy. You doing okay?" Joe asked quietly.

Levon sighed, and shifted a bit. "Don't know. Can't feel anythin' so I guess I'm doin' okay."

"Good drugs, huh?"

"Yep. Real good." Levon shifted again. It was obvious that despite the painkillers he'd been given, he still wasn't entirely comfortable. Joe moved his hand to run his fingers through Levon's hair. Levon sighed, and closed his eyes again. Rosa could see him relax, and go still, under Joe's gentle touch. It was a surprisingly intimate gesture, but Rosa refrained from commenting, since it seemed to be something that helped Levon.

"You mad?" Levon whispered.

"Mad?" Joe frowned, but continued to play with Levon's curls, his voice mild. "Why would I be mad?"

"Told me ta be careful. Promised I would." Levon was suddenly restless, his eyes opened again, and his expression was anxious. "Broke my promise."

"Shhh.... Easy, now. I'm not mad at you. I know you didn't do this on purpose." Joe smiled gently, and cupped Levon's face with one hand.

Levon still looked distressed, his agitation making itself known when he started having trouble breathing, and his complexion became even more pale. "Sorry... Joe. I didn't mean... ta worry you... meant ta stay... outta trouble... honest. I--"

"It's okay. I know. Just relax." Joe's thumb gently caressed Levon's cheekbone. "Easy, Cowboy. It's okay. You don't need to work yourself up over this."

Levon ignored Joe's efforts to calm him down. "Sorry. Promised ya I'd be careful. I... didn't think... getting' a cup o' coffee would... cause trouble. Was jus'... 'cross the street. No big... deal. Gave ya... my word. Meant ta... keep it."

"Shh. It's okay. Just relax. I'm here, and I'm not mad at you."

Levon shifted again, shaking his head. "I... screwed up. Ya shouldn't be... here. Didn't... want 'em ta call ya."

Hearing Levon say that, Joe's eyes narrowed. "Why the hell not?"

Levon raised his left hand to capture one of Joe's, his expression earnest. "Didn't think it... was too bad. Jus' bruises. Nothin' I... can't handle. Didn't want ta... ruin yer vacation, take ya away... from yer family. 'Specially when ya... don't get ta see 'em as... often as ya'd like to."

Rosa stepped to the other side of the bed. She spoke before Joe could say anything. "You saved that little girl's life, Levon. That is not something you should apologize for. That is not screwing up. You did the right thing."

"And you are family, young man." Her voice stern and uncompromising, despite it's warm, soft tone. "You may not be blood related, but Joseph most definitely acts as if you were, so you have not taken Joseph away from anyone. We understand, Levon. It is important for him to be here for you. And because it is important to him, it is important to us."

Levon looked at her for a moment, searching her face. Rosa smiled gently wanting him to believe her. Brown eyes lost their fearful, distraught look and the color was returning to his face. Levon nodded once. "Thanks, Rosa."

Rosa was pleased that he was calming and breathing easier, no longer taking painful panting breaths. She also noted with approval that he was smart enough not to argue with her. [Now if I could only get the rest of my family to do the same. Not very likely. I'd have a better chance of winning the lottery.]

"You okay, now?" Joe asked, concerned blue eyes never leaving Levon's face. Rosa knew he was seriously contemplating calling a nurse. Levon took a shaky breath and nodded.

"You have a bit more than just bruises, you know?" Joe's voice was a light reprimand. "You cracked a few ribs, and fractured your arm. And Doctor Marsh still doesn't know for sure if you've got internal injuries, so he wants to keep an eye on you for a bit just to play it safe."

Joe's eyes hardened for just a moment, capturing and holding Levon's. "Even if all you did was stub your toe, I'd still want to know about it. I know you know that, so I'm going to blame this little bout of irrational behavior on the drugs."

Levon half-smiled and squeezed the hand he still held. "Thanks."

"Anytime, Cowboy. Just don't do it again, okay?" Joe's tone was light but the intent was serious.

"kay."

"Good." Joe gently ran his fingers through Levon's curls, once again calming him and stopping his restless movements. For some reason Rosa was reminded of rocking a baby. [Guess repetitive motions relax all of us no matter what age.]

"They give you my stuff?" Levon asked Joe, closing his eyes with a tired sigh.

"Yeah, I've got your stuff."

"My bracelet?" Levon's question held an undercurrent of resigned, and profound sorrow. He was evidently expecting it to be irreparably damaged or destroyed.

Joe reached into his pocket and pulled it out. He held it where his partner could see it without having to move. "Look."

Levon reluctantly opened his eyes. He looked hesitantly at the bracelet Joe held in front of him, his expression becoming one of wonder and delight as he studied it. "Damn. Don't that jus' beat all? Not a mark on it." He looked down at his right arm in disgust and frowned. "Will ya hang on to it for me? Looks like I won't be able to wear it fer a bit."

Joe smiled. "No problem."

"What 'bout my watch?"

Joe looked away. Rosa could tell he was thinking of a way to try and avoid showing Levon his watch. She mentally agreed with his desire not to upset his partner. Levon's reaction a few moments ago had worried her, and she didn't think he need to go through a repeat performance.

"Joe?" Levon tugged on Joe's hand, his voice hesitant. "My watch? They didn't lose it, did they?"

Rosa was not really surprised that he didn't just let it go. [I should have known that he could be just as stubborn as Joseph or they wouldn't have been able to work together as long as they have.]

Joe looked helplessly at Rosa. With a resigned sigh, he laid the bracelet on the bed, and pulled the watch from his pocket. He held it so Levon could easily see it. "I'm sorry, Levon."

Levon studied it for a moment, eyes noting the damage Rosa and Joe had seen earlier. He pursed his lips slightly, and then nodded once. "Sam can fix it."

"Really?" Joe's tone was hopeful, and relieved.

"Yeah. Had ta have it worked on once 'fore. Sam did a good job with it then. He ought ta be able to fix it this time too. Be harder ta replace the stones." Levon grimaced. "And expensive."

"We'll worry about that later." Joe returned the watch and bracelet to his jacket pocket. Knowing her nephew as she did, Rosa assumed that now that he knew who to go to in order to repair the watch, Levon would not see it again until it was as good as new. Joe would also cover the cost. [He understands the value of sentiment. A family heirloom would be worth whatever it cost to restore it.]

Her curiosity got the better of her, and Rosa couldn't resist asking. "Who's Sam?"

"Friend o' mine. He's a silversmith. Made Joe's pendant, and my bracelet."

Rosa raised an eyebrow at that, finding it curious that they both owned jewelry made by the same person. [Hmmm... another piece of the puzzle. I may just have a full picture before this week is up.]

Levon turned his attention back to Joe. "They say anythin' 'bout when they gonna let me out o' here?"

"Not for another day, maybe two." Joe shot a stern look at his partner obviously trying to forestall any argument. Rosa wasn't surprised when it didn't work.

"Two days? You gotta be kiddin'. Ain't hurt THAT bad, Joe."

Joe shook his head slightly. "You. Got. Hit. By. A. Car." He emphasized each word, clearly wanting Levon to appreciate the seriousness of what had happened. "They want to be certain that you're okay before they release you."

"I'm fine."

Joe snorted. "Uh-hunh. You'll forgive me if I don't think you're the best judge of that at the moment." Joe ran one finger down Levon's right arm, ghosting over the temporary cast, and looked pointedly at the IV.

Levon sighed, but didn't argue evidently seeing it would be futile to do so. "Will you call Grady an' ask him ta look after the horses till I get outta here?"

"I'll take care of it."

"Thanks." Levon closed his eyes again. Rosa could easily read the signs of fatigue and residual pain in his face. It was obvious that whatever drugs they had given him were having an impact, albeit not 100% effective in combating his pain. She threw a concerned look at Joe, but he wasn't looking at her. His focus was completely on Levon.

"You doing okay, Cowboy?" Joe asked softly.

Levon nodded, but didn't open his eyes. "Jus' tired."

Rosa knew that was a lie, but Joe didn't call him on it. Instead he squeezed the hand he was still holding. With a start, Rosa realized that Levon and Joe had been holding hands almost from the moment she and Joe had entered the room. She watched with wide eyes as Levon brought Joe's hand up to his throat, placing Joe's fingertips against his pulse point. "Still here." He said with a small smile.

"Just make sure you stay that way." Joe ordered gently.

"Will do."

After several minutes, Levon's breathing deepened slightly, and evened out. Rosa realized he wasn't likely to stay awake much longer, if he was even still awake at that point. She moved quietly, to Joe's side of the bed, and tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention.

"We should let him rest, Joseph." She whispered. A glance at her watch, and she realized the nurse would probably be around soon to ask them to leave anyway.

Joe nodded. Rosa headed for the door, expecting him to follow. She glanced over her shoulder when she realized he wasn't behind her. Rosa watched silently as Joe, with an infinitely tender expression, bent down and placed his cheek against Levon's. He took a deep breath, and then placed a soft kiss on Levon's temple. She just barely heard him whisper, "I'll be back tomorrow, Cowboy. Sleep well."

Rosa nodded to herself, watching her nephew. She was fairly certain that she had most of the pieces to the puzzle. [The flowers, the welcoming feel to his apartment, the glow about him when he spoke of Levon, the way he lit up seeing his partner at the restaurant, the conversation at the museum... he even lets Levon drive his car! And what I just witnessed here in this room was far too intimate to be just brotherly concern. So, Rosa, you have one and one... do they make two?]

Joe stood up. He picked up Levon's bracelet from where he'd left it on the bed earlier, and moved to follow her out of the room. Once outside, Rosa stopped him, placing her hand on his chest. She waited until he made eye contact. [No time like the present to ask.] "You want to tell me, or do you want me to guess?"

Joe sighed, and looked away for a moment. Rosa knew he was immediately aware of what she was asking. He took a breath, and let it out in a soundless sigh. "It might be easier... if you, well, if you asked."

"Hmmm. It usually is." Rosa tipped her head slightly acknowledging the fact that it was always easier if someone gave you a starting point, directed the conversation, particularly when you didn't know what to say or how to say it. "Let us find a quiet place and talk."

"There's usually a lounge at the end of the hall."

Rosa nodded and together they made their way to the end of the hall. The lounge was a small room with a few over stuffed couches. Rosa sat down on the center couch so she could see the entire room. She expected Joe to start pacing and wasn't surprised when he did so.

[He's nervous. He's more than nervous... he's scared. Ah my poor, sweet boy. Well, I started it, so I suppose I should get on with it]/

"How long have you and Levon been more than just working partners?" Rosa asked casually, hoping that by asking calmly it would help to ease some of the tension she could see in Joe.

"We became friends a few months after I started working here. Good friends." Joe shrugged, not meeting her eyes. "And in two weeks it will be a year since we've been even more than that."

Rosa considered what he said, and how he said it. She realized he was making a point about them being friends first. "You did not just jump into this then?"

Joe snorted. "No. Not lightly."

"Have you always been attracted to men?"

Joe sighed, and stopped pacing to look out the window. "Yes."

Rosa pursed her lips. "What about the young women you brought home?" [There were not many, but I had always assumed that was because he only brought the ones he was serious about. Perhaps I was wrong.] "Were they just part of an act? An attempt to maintain some sort of... image?"

"No. I cared about them. Never would have brought them to meet the family otherwise." Joe ran his fingers over the bracelet he still held. With a sigh he put in his pocket and glanced over at Rosa. "The term is bisexual, Aunt Rosa. I'm not just attracted to men or women, but both, equally."

"You are faithful, though, to the one you are with, yes?"

Joe looked outraged. "Of course. I wouldn't... how could you even think that I would..."

Rosa held up a hand, stopping him. "I just wish to be certain that you are not simply toying with another's affections. Young people today do not seem inclined to look much beyond physical pleasure without being conscious of the damage such casual liaisons can do."

"You know me better than that." He snapped at her.

Rosa smiled and admonished him gently. "Obviously I don't. Or we would have had this conversation a long time ago." Joe flushed and looked away.

"Why didn't you come to me?" She was hurt that might not have trusted her. "Why haven't you mentioned this before?"

Joe shrugged. "It isn't exactly... normal. And I seriously doubt that it is something most of the family would readily understand, much less approve of."

Rosa frowned. "Is that the only reason?"

Joe looked at her. "No. There was never another man I felt strongly enough about to want him to meet the family. Never was one I would go through all that...", Joe made a meaningless, but encompassing gesture, searching for the right word, "all the stuff the family might put me through if they found out." Joe smirked and shook his head. "Truth is, there was never anyone I felt for as much as I do for Levon."

"You are happy?"

"Very." The smile he gave her was bright, almost incandescent. "Took me over a year to screw up the courage to say something to him. Figured he'd belt me one, or ask for another partner. I never thought he'd say yes. Never even honestly considered that he might be willing to take a chance with me. I just couldn't hide how I felt anymore, and you could have knocked me over with a feather when he told me he felt the same way. "

Joe moved to sit on the coffee table, directly in front of Rosa, his expression open, and honest. "I wanted the family to know I was with someone. That I was happy. For the first time in my life I feel like I'm not missing anything, like all the pieces are finally where they are supposed to be." Joe sighed, and hung his head, eyes focused on the floor. "But... I didn't even know where to start. I couldn't be sure how everyone would react. And... I really, really didn't want to have to choose between the people that I love."

Rosa reached out and patted Joe's arm. "You know you can tell me anything, and it would not change the fact that I love you."

Joe looked up, his expression sheepish. "I do now."

Rosa smiled warmly and patted his cheek. "Good. At least we are clear on that much." She studied his face. "Are you going to tell Maria?"

Joe stood up and started to pace again. "Thought about finding out if she was open to the idea first."

Rosa nodded. "Something like the conversation you and I had at the museum?"

"Something like that." Joe shot her a rueful glance. "Although, to be honest, I hadn't really planned to have that discussion then or there, but it worked out okay."

Rosa smiled. "Yes. Yes it did." She sighed. "Carlo will not be receptive." She felt it would be a good idea to warn him of that. She was already aware of his views.

"I know." Joe grimaced.

Rosa raised an eyebrow. "Do tell?"

Joe shrugged one shoulder. "Do you remember the man who held the door for you as we were leaving the museum?"

Rosa shook her head no. "Not really. Why?" She honestly hadn't given it a thought other than that it was a nice, polite gesture.

"Carlo said some things about him that made it pretty obvious where he stood."

"Ah."

"Do you... think that knowing how Carlo feels, Maria would share his views?"

Rosa considered that. "It's possible. Viewpoints and opinions often change to match, or at least not conflict with, the one's held by your spouse. But your sister has always been rather strong in her own opinions, and rather sure of her own mind. It's difficult to say for certain how she would react."

"Was afraid of that." Joe sighed softly.

Rosa shrugged, sorry that she could not give him a better answer, but unwilling to lie. [Shame it wasn't Christina who'd come to visit.] "Christina, on the other hand, would be a sure thing."

Joe stopped pacing and looked at her. "Meaning?"

"Christina may be deeply religious but she is not judgmental, Joseph. And I already know how she feels on this issue. You remember her best friend from high school? Tamara Kelly?"

Joe nodded, and smiled slightly. "Yeah. I had a crush on her for awhile. Used to try and sneak in to Christina's bedroom whenever Tamara came over."

"Well, she's been living with another woman, as a couple, for the past six years. Tamara and Christina are still friends. They still write to each other and talk as frequently as their schedules allow. She has even met Tamara's lover, and found her to be a truly wonderful woman who makes Tamara very happy."

"She told you this?"

Rosa nodded. "She wanted my opinion when Tamara... what is the phrase?... oh yes, came out of the closet. Christina was looking for a way to reconcile her faith with her belief that Tamara was still a good and decent person."

Joe sat down again, this time next to her rather than on the coffee table. "What did you tell her?"

"Over the centuries the Church has both condemned and condoned things that people really have no jurisdiction over, things that should be better left to God." Rosa sat back, and regarded her nephew steadily. "At one time, things like the crusades, where men were encouraged to kill each other, was considered honorable, even praiseworthy. It was thought acceptable to own slaves, to sell your children, to burn Jews and Protestants at the stake. It was once punishable by death to think the earth revolved around the sun. Times change, the human condition changes, our interpretation and expectations change, but God is supposed to be infinite, and eternal."

Rosa shrugged one shoulder. "If one is to believe that God is love, that He is just and gentle, then I sincerely doubt He would judge people the same way they judge each other. As long as no one is being hurt by one's actions... no deliberate intent to cause harm, or carelessness with another's feelings, none of the ten commandments are broken or transgression being committed, then I can't imagine God would condemn men and women for loving one another."

"Christina agreed with you?"

"After some considerable thought and prayer on her part, yes she did."

Joe sighed, and rubbed one hand over his face. "I should talk to her more often."

"Yes, you should." Rosa knew that Joe talked to Christina infrequently. He had never really gotten along as well as with her as he did with Maria, but he seemed to genuinely value her opinion and respect her judgment.

Joe leaned forward and drew Rosa into a gentle hug. "Thank you, Aunt Rosa."

"You are welcome, Joseph." She kissed his cheek before pulling away. Rosa studied his face, noting the lines of stress and worry that were still there. She smoothed his brow gently with her fingertips before using both hands to cup his face. "There will be time enough tomorrow to worry about how to talk to Maria. It is enough, for now, that you know not everyone will disown you because of who you have chosen to share you life with."

Joe nodded. "Fair enough." He stood up and offered her a hand. Rosa took it with a smile.

"I suggest that we go inform Maria and Carlo that Levon's condition has not worsened. She is not exactly patient."

Joe grinned. "Yeah, I know." He stopped, and looked vaguely apologetic. "I want to check on Levon, just want to make sure he's comfortable. It won't take but a minute."

Rosa was not surprised that he would want a few minutes alone with Levon. In his place, she would have wanted the same. "Take all the time you need, Joseph. I will wait here." The smile she got in return was ample reward for her understanding and patience.

Rosa sighed softly as Joe made is way back to Levon's room. Silently she bowed her head to thank God for granting her earlier prayer to keep Levon safe, and for giving her nephew the happiness she always felt he deserved. Rosa decided that it would be prudent to add on a request that the rest of the time she, Maria, and Carlo were in Houston would not cause any more stress to either Joe or Levon. [Please, dear God, let the rest of this week go smoothly.]

Part 3